[Chorus: Keno Da Don]
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, n***as, what you hittin' for
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, n***as, what you hittin' for
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, n***as, what you hittin' for

[Verse 1: Lil Coop]
Playa Posse down, full of Crown, take the pistol by the grip
Twenty pounds of lumber thunder, taught a lesson and .44 smoked 'em, R.I.P
Shakin' n***as, contradictin', read 'em rich
With Lil' E packed and Rasta Jack, chiefin', drinkin' up that shit
M to the A to the S-K, plus that B to the U to the D
Again a, P to the L to the A-Y-A, plus some funky hay, pint of Tanqueray
Keep us crunk, silent while you busters trip
Sixty minutes, thirty minutes, robbin', clicked up, twenty deep
Tickin,' but a minute, that the world is goin' up in smoke
B.B.B. across my chest, flexin', cut a swisher, ho
S-Y-L I represent, but through the ghetto, royal blue
But gettin' deeper, sleeper, just a creeper from the Red Oak peeler, hella killer

[Verse 2: Big O & Lil Coop]
Bloody G-L-O-C-K, Playa Posse in your face
Take you for your money out, though, we don't give a fuck, ho
Ridin' super blicked at night, lookin' for a fuckin' victim
Spotted out a dope point, time to shoot that funky ho, my n***a
Get your ass on the ground and don't make a fuckin' sound
Took his horn, took his bone, got that shit, now it's on
Straight to Beale, gettin' buck, blaze a blunt, who gives a fuck?
Scopin' out them n***as in the back, tryna get buck
Hell yeah, look at them bitches
Mane, you got that Glock with you?
Yeah, I got that fuckin' Glock, time to pull a fuckin' trigger
Put them ski masks on, put that Glock to his dome
Shot his ass, saw him fall, blew his head to the wall
[Verse 3: Lil E]
Blazin' jackets on my back, late night Lil' E stalk your track
Full of that, down to jack, Tony Nelson got my back
Boom within this Hamptown clique, eternal Playa Posse shit
Hoes better recognise that Lil' E be full of it
Ready for them cross and bones, S.K. they be blastin, ho
On the track, we passin' dope, block life, jock life, full of blow
Players hear them demons plot, milli round will make them flop
Cross them grounds and meet them sounds, drop your bankrolls and your rock
Streets I rep, gon' bump that shit, Blackout made some beats for it
Clicked up with the M.H.V., then we just secured that bitch
Anna' in my fuckin' sleep, Playa Posse, all so deep
What's up to the S.P.V?
Lil' E dwellin' B.B.B

[Chorus: Keno Da Don]
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, n***as, what you hittin' for
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, n***as, what you hittin' for
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, n***as, what you hittin' for

[Verse 4: Blackout]
Bringin' it to your fuckin' ass, frownin' at you, 'fore I blast
Execution, prosecution, never gotta get away fast
Blackout be the killer in the city, which is so fucked up
When I play rough, all locators play rough
Glock 17 to your head, now you stuck
Don't know who they fuckin' with, Slim and Fly up in this bitch
Blackout got them psycho sounds, got you jealous busters sick
Stayin' up out my hustle, like me and my roadie always talked about
Rest in peace my n***a, I'll see you again, dope smoke out my mouth
Binghampton Bound, keep a frown on my fuckin' face
When we in your presence, ho, all you busters start to shake
J-Rock stare them hoes down, Lil' E stayin' Funkytown
All my n***as from the Heights, super down, recognize, don't fuck around
[Verse 5: Stout Pimp]
Shots callin' and rollin', motherfuckers can't stop this bitch
Known to click and shit, buckin' these bitches down
Makin' these hoes think a n***a's thick
S-T-O-U-T Pimp, in the motherfuckin' hizzouse, ho
Keepin' these lemon-lame busters on they motherfuckin' tippy toes
All these stray babies, need to keep my name out they mouth
I'm comin' from the North, I'm showin', what a true player's all about
Keepin' it real on you ho, 'cause jealousy it ain't in me
Makin' these bitches recognize, I'm tweakin' off that purity
Time will tell, a pimp doin' well, bell of this motherfuckin' dope
When you see a n***a right behind me, it's a cloud of smoke
Smokin,' chokin' off this dope and n***as try to run their game
When I get to smokin', I'm gon' vamp on your ass, man

[Verse 6: Lil Slim]
Hoes recognise, Slim a big boy to this player shit
Heights I truly represent, Hilltop daily, super blinked
Stylin' and profilin' every day, just got one life to live
Nothin' tryin' to bring me down, a bitch to me talks negative
Ain't no lie about it, I'm gon' shout it, put it in the air
Real ones can you feel me? Motherfucker, talkin' loud and clear
Suckers player hate me, never fade me, just gon' bring me up
Fool, you know I'm on your side, whenever we can do it up
Bumpin', pimpin', I maintain, feelin' pumpin' through my vein
Make a player wanna jook, while memories flow through my brain
Kick me how I came, so forreal, bellin' through the door
In it for the minute, 'til I make it
Then I'm out, ho, out, ho
[Chorus: Keno Da Don]
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, n***as, what you hittin' for
Hoes better recognize a player bellin' through the door
Fire the bud and hit the blow, n***as, what you hittin' for